After Helping an Elderly Man with His Essentials, I Received an Unexpected Visit Two Days Later
I was one loud beep away from falling apart in the bread aisle. After a 12-hour shift, my feet felt like they were made of cement, and the grocery store’s buzzing fluorescent lights only made the exhaustion sharper. I just needed the basics—bread, milk, cheese, something frozen I could call dinner. My daughters were home,…